Platinum Waves
April 11th, 2008
The platinum waves
curl in, crash and crumble.
A fleck of spray
lands on my lip,
(the Earth’s spittle).
Wind blows my hair
into a frenzy.
Can you feel it, Little Bean?
Feel the tide rocking,
the stones humming.
From the safety
of your cell, your shell,
Can you feel it?
April 11th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
Dedicated to El Frijolito.
April 11th, 2008 at 5:37 pm
Jai El Frijolito! Viva viva!
I love the idea of the Earth having spittle…